Butterfly

Someone else built this world
In tight rolls of immaculate skin
Notes billed to the right machine
Smart roads, degrading under load
Paint chips off the unsteady walls
Dappled harshly in the bright sunshine
But I’m driven to earn a living
Full to the brim with gushy feelings
Smog ingested
Oblique references
Porous as the insulation.
Glass crunches on streets made
From smashing bottles
After hours alley hits
Rhythmic sticks
Timing is everything.
When the wad punctures
Leaving building sites as
Junkie business ventures
One man stands at the heart
Of everything that’s wrong
One slash will only
Give another man
Temporary power to sell concrete mix
Like sweets to develop
Into sinkhole estates
Dreaming big, but leaving small
Scaly chunks of damp
Not quite covered by insurance
Paint job. The cold gets into
My bones, brittle pieces
Of calcium crunching
Over every shard
To sleep on a dirty bed
The larvae infest
These cocooned bonds
Mature into butterfly wings
Seeking islands
For tax reasons

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Butterfly

Disinfect

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

It’s all in the detailed dettol agreement
See a stain and conceal it
Soak with expenses and leave wistfully
The city cannot sleep through the sequence

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

See a street sleeper? Wake him up
This area’s for walkers, no crusts
Of old coins or stains of old clothes
We facilitate cleansing throughout this zone

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

There’s no need for you to grieve
We manage the placement of tasteful wreaths
No body will ever be seen
Not while we prowl the streets with our team

Disinfect! Disinfect!
Can you spray that
Can you spray that spray can?
Hygiene makes a better place man

Disinfect

Catheter

I walk. Internal organs
Poking through my gown
Attached via a thin wire
An external body part
Scars show where to fit
The extra storage space
Filled with the same shit
Backing up long corridors
Lonely, but not alone
Thoughts muddied
A coolness to my skin
Catheter connected
To the mainframe
Recharging. Standing by
A quick stop at a plug-in point
I feel refreshed
Can taste the warm
Current on my breath
I’m able to access
The missing link

Catheter

Power

Backseat driving on narrow lanes
Hedges pruned to keep the tunnel
Vision focussed on the greyish gravel
Headlights on. Rabbit caught
By hungry predator, a late night snack
Can’t make out the culprit
Through the dirty windows
I press my foot down, as if I control
The brakes. Fearing we may
Lose control on a corner
Holding onto the front seat
Headrest, pretending not
To be frightened by a man
With all the power
In his right boot

Power

Bleach

There’s a light dust in the air
Particles settling like feathers
On lungs and turning collars
A shade darker than the white
Persil bleached reflection
There’s a hum in the air
Lingering dead space
Not quite silence, but I can hear
My footsteps treading on
Chalk coloured stone
Disintegrating houses
Under summer skies
A gust of wind blows life
Back into the brief pause
A second to take in the
Magnitude and energy
To grieve in-between breaths

Bleach